I would prefer to die than to be depressed for depression can hurt you every day and it'll last for a lifetime while on dying, you can only feel pain the moment you'll die.

His cigarettes helped mark the passage of time, especially on days that seemed all sun and sky... The dependable dwindling of his cigarette supply reassured him that he hadn't been left out here, that...

You go to bed different... tossing and turning is the norm... you wake to a sunny day but clouds follow you wherever you go. You wonder if you are strong enough to climb out of the depression you are...

Remember if it's not happy then it's not the end so babe keep fighting, you'll win this war.

Days passed in a grey fog. I was becalmed. Without energy, without hope, with no sight of land, I could remember feeling better but I somehow couldn't believe in it. There was nothing but this.

What to do with life? Get out of bed, Derek. That's what you do. You get out of bed, and you get yourself a cup of fucking coffee. That's all you can do.

Love is what freed me from the cell of my selfishness.

Bells ringing with no sound Laughter with no voice Happiness lost without being found Making love with no noise

It hurts when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were. Deep inside where nothing's fine, I've lost my mind.

... crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong. Like all the drugs put together – the lithium, the Prozac, the desipramine, and Desyrel that I take to sleep at night – can no longer...

It's not only about sadness. In truth, sadness really has little to do with it. Depression is pain in its purest form and I would do anything to be able to feel an emotion again. Any emotion at all....

The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can't get away from it. Not ever.

As the new year began, Patricia Highsmith felt completely paralyzed, incapable of reading or picking up the phone. 'I can feel my grip loosening on my self,' she wrote. 'It is like strength failing in...

Poor friend and learned physician, my sensitive and gentle companion, instead of treating and curing the sick you yourself have fallen beneath the yoke of death, and now belong to death's kingdom. For...

It was wrong to be so joyless, so desponding; I should have made God my friend, and to do His will the pleasure and the business of my life; but faith was weak, and passion was too strong.

It's worth burning myself out like a match so long as others receive the light and warmth I dispatch.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.

If I decide to end my life, psychologically I wouldn't have to go far, because mentally and emotionally I am more prepared for this than for the unplanned daily perturbations marking each morning and...

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind...

Where would we be without our painful childhoods?

I learned to write nice as hell. Birds an' stuff like that, too; not just word writin'. My ol' man'll be sore when he sees me whip out a bird in one stroke. Pa's gonna be mad when he sees me do that....

There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of anything, to fling himself down at...

Acquainted with the NightI have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain-and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have...

This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.

Even extreme grief may ultimately ventitself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy

It was not really alarming at first, since the change was subtle, but I did notice that my surroundings took on a different tone at certain times: the shadows of nightfall seemed more somber, my...

Depression is a disorder of mood, so mysteriously painful and elusive in the way it becomes known to the self--to the mediating intellect--as to verge close to being beyond description. It thus...

A phenomenon that a number of people have noted while in deep depression is the sense of being accompanied by a second self - a wraithlike observer who, not sharing the dementia of his double, is able...

Time had not faded my memories {as I had prayed to God it might}, nor had it healed my wounds as it is said always to do. I began each day with the hope that the next day would be better, my...